You are the fan beneath my sundress in the hot blister summer heat. Will you cool off my private area unknown to man but desperately desired to be touch? As the wind blows the cloth from my dress dance with excitement from the must aroma filled by my vajaja. Moist and soon to be overwhelmingly wet when you blow with the gentle wind feeling sinfully insane. Are you that cool breeze blowing up between my knees.
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